Textures & Details
Beauty hides in the smallest details: weathered walls, sudden reflections, marks left by time. Tiny fragments shaping the great urban mosaic.
“You don’t take a photography, you make it.”
Ansel Adams
Neringa – Frayed fibers hold stories of sea and silence, where sand and wind endlessly converse.
Šiauliai – Every cross holds a story, every rosary a promise, together forming a sea of remembrance.
Krakow – Stories rest on paper, waiting for eyes to turn them into memory.
Auschwitz – Barbed lines carve wounds into history, reminding us that silence, too, can scream.
Krakow – The weight of faith carved in stone, the glow of centuries suspended in wrought iron and echoes.
Vilnius – Time corrodes metal but not remembrance; here, the past still whispers through quiet prayers.
London – In the silence of black skies, tradition glows, fragile yet eternal in its light.
Vilnius – Iron flowers twisted by time, standing silent among memories and forgotten prayers.
Lithuania – Eggs of tradition, each line a symbol, each color a whisper of spring reborn.
Palanga – Time carved in wood, repetition becomes rhythm, detail transforms into endless patterns.
Palanga – Geometry of growth, fragments aligned, creating a tapestry of living patterns.
Algarve – Twisted roots, etched by time. A sculpture born from decay, where texture becomes story.
Algarve – Shards of glass catching the sun. Fragile edges glowing with unexpected beauty.
Vilnius – Spaces of pause, where absence becomes presence, and solitude finds form.
Baltic Sea – In the breeze, nature draws poetry with simple, fleeting lines of light.
Neringa – Twigs intertwined with sand, silent witnesses of wind, erosion, and time.
Neringa – Nature surrounds the cross, where remembrance blends with the eternal rhythm of life.
Neringa – In the desert of the Baltic, wooden crosses resist, fragile monuments of remembrance.
Neringa – Pebbles on a golden shore, simplicity turned into a silent mosaic of nature.
Nida – Blueberries in hand, the forest offers its gifts, simple and wild, like summer memories.
Gdańsk – Colors on paper echo the rhythm of the streets, dancers and cities painted in memory.
Wrocław – Witold Pilecki’s name etched in silence, resistance engraved forever against the weight of tyranny.
Poznań – On the asphalt, a reminder: look up, disconnect, let the city be your screen.
Wroclaw – Shattered grave, fractured words, echoes of love and loss carved into silence.
Krakai – In winter’s hush, even decay becomes sculpture, softened by the purity of snow.
Vilnius – Transient sentinels in frost, they endure only as long as cold permits.
Vilnius – A splash of color against silence, waiting for stories to return with spring.
Budapest – A flicker of flame, a chain of incense, echoes of faith through time.
Budapest – Order and chaos meet in patterns, capturing a city’s balance of past and present.
Shanghai – Crimson ribbons sway in silence, carrying prayers of health and fortune to unseen heavens.
Shanghai – Wishes carved in ink, suspended offerings whispering devotion across generations and unseen gods.
Prague – Graffiti blooms on dark brick, fragments of defiance painting memory with raw, untamed light.
South Korea – Between yellow, green, and pink, human voices become light, transforming longing into luminous offerings.
South Korea – In the quiet temple, Buddha’s presence radiates calm, carved into eternity’s patient embrace.
Moscow – The city bends inside crystal, reflections twisting reality into fragile visions of fleeting truth.
Moscow – Sculpted shadows stand together, embodying resilience, sorrow, and the collective memory of loss.
Moscow – In the embrace of stone, fragments of hope survive against the weight of history.
Ulm – Between shadows and lights, the bar becomes a stage where stories rise in glass.
Jurmala – On the shore’s edge, tender shoots wait, balancing winter’s memory with spring’s quiet arrival.
Riga – Each pawn and knight holds stories of thought, tension, and the quiet dance of minds.
Berlin – Stones trace a vanished wall, dividing memory and freedom, footsteps echo where history once fractured.
Berlin – Iron flowers bloom on bridges, fragile ornaments watching rivers carry stories through the city.
Berlin – Shattered wall, exposed steel veins, memory of division pierced by glimpses of another world.
Wroclaw – Ancient carvings bear today’s touch, where each stone speaks of remembrance and fragile continuity.
Arezzo – A glass sphere traps the sky, light and shadow merging in fragile modern geometry.
Arezzo – Bronze etched with countless words, a surface where memory clings and history breathes silently.
My Library – Worlds reflected in glass, each book a doorway, infinite stories condensed into fragile light.
Baltic Sea – A cairn rises softly from the shore, marking time’s passage with delicate equilibrium.
Estonia – Moss and heather weave carpets of color, soft whispers of earth glowing beneath northern skies.
Baltic Sea – Sculpted by tide and time, textures mirror bodies, blending intimacy with the shore’s silence.
Riga – Iron and glass reach skyward, yet a bird reminds the city of freedom’s fragility.
Belgrade – Ancient wings etched in stone, symbols of power and endurance, weathered by time’s unyielding hand.
Gent – Shadows of celebration linger in emptiness, fragile containers holding whispers of vanished laughter.
Athens – Each mark a voice, each scar a story, love and presence inscribed upon silence.
Home – Petals open gently, weaving colors into silence, where simplicity becomes a quiet celebration of life.
Algarve – Ocean whispers against rugged cliffs, sculpting silence and motion into a dance of eternity.